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@impossiblc-blog
i’m headed to work right now but like this for some plotting action with any of the following:
nadya kyle, daughter of selina kyle.
pandora stark, daughter of tony stark & pepper potts.
laussa odinsdottir, daughter of odin, freya, & surtur.
james “bucky” barnes, aka winter soldier.
last five texts ! | [ @jayhcwk ]
[ text // little jay bird ] QUICK LOOK OUTSIDE. [ text // little jay bird ] did you see it? [ text // little jay bird ] my best work i hope someone saw it [ text // little jay bird ] it was literally a web so big i could have snagged a bear. [ text // little jay bird ] should i try to catch a bear in it?
Send me 📱 for the last five text message my muse sent yours!
Or ✉️ for the last voicemail my muse left yours!
FLORENCE + THE MACHINE’S ❝ HOW BIG, HOW BLUE, HOW BEAUTIFUL ❞ SENTENCE STARTERS
SHIP TO WRECK
“remind me, what was it that i said?”
“did i drink too much?”
“am i losing touch?”
“what’s with the long face?”
“do you want more?”
WHAT KIND OF MAN
“you were on the other side, like always.”
“i was drunk enough to deal with it.”
“sometimes you’re half in and then you’re half out.”
“how do you manage to have me crawling back for more?”
HOW BIG, HOW BLUE, HOW BEAUTIFUL
“now there’s a few things we have to burn.”
“tell me you see it too.”
“i’m happy you’re beside me.”
“maybe i’ll see you in another life if this one wasn’t enough.”
QUEEN OF PEACE
“what is it worth when all that’s left is hurt?”
“some things never sleep.”
“come on, is this what you want?”
“somebody’s gotta lose.”
“you’re driving me away.”
VARIOUS STORMS & SAINTS
“i gave myself over willingly.”
“i am teaching myself how to be free.”
“if you could just forgive yourself…”
“some things you let go in order to live.”
“i know you’re bleeding, but you’ll be okay.”
“one day this will be over - i swear it’s not so far away.”
DELILAH
“i’m gonna be free and i’m gonna be fine.”
“these chains never leave me.”
“can’t you let me know?”
“never knew i was a dancer.”
LONG & LOST
“are you missing me?”
“is it too late to come on home?”
“i figured out where i belong.”
CAUGHT
“it’s the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do.”
“when i sleep, i never dream of you.”
“i can’t keep calm - i can’t keep still.”
“i forget all that i’ve been taught.”
THIRD EYE
“it tore you open.”
“you don’t know why.”
“you don’t have to be a ghost.”
“you deserve to be loved.”
“i’m the same. i’m trying to change.”
ST. JUDE
“each side is a loser, so who cares who fired the gun?”
“maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos.”
“i couldn’t keep my mouth shut.”
“i’m trying to find the meaning.”
MOTHER
“won’t you leave me?”
“i want no more than this.”
“can you protect me from what i want?”
“all these couples are kissing.”
HIDING
“you don’t have to tell me why.”
“not sure i can deal with this.”
“i know there’s a part of you that i just cannot reach.”
“you don’t have to let me in, just know that i’m still here.”
“it’s your pride that’s keeping us still so far apart.”
MAKE UP YOUR MIND
“i never thought i’d be a killer.”
“while you’ve been saving your neck, i’ve been breaking mine for you.”
“make up your mind before i make it up for you.”
“let me live or let me love you.”
WHICH WITCH
“it’s an old scar.”
“who’s a heretic now?”
“am i making sense?”
“you can’t tell me to regret.”
“i’m on trial.”
PURE FEELING
“it was more than i could bear.”
“you know, i hoped to see you there.”
“i keep on moving in the spaces where you used to be.”
“i knew that this would end in tears.”
CONDUCTOR
“does that make you mine?”
“this work is never done.”
“who’s in control? who’s playing who?”
“i know this part so well.”
AS FAR AS I COULD GET
“wasting my goddamn time.”
“i went as far as i could get.”
“i am unloved.”
“i’m not far enough yet.”
“just forget it.” // @dizsaszter
nadya held a tender spot ( and not in a good way ) when it came to quinten’s exes. sure, they might be engaged now but she’d always been in love with the boy and to have him dating other people was always a sore spot for the kyle daughter. “bea,” she said softly. “talk to me.” amazingly, beatrice was the one person that was from quinten’s past she didn’t mind- in fact the two had grown into best friends and basically sisters at this point. “do you want to hold lily while you talk? it’s amazing how holding a little baby can make you lose everything but keep it together while she smiles at you.”
“you’re my favorite.” // @allivstark
the tiny blonde laughs, hands on hips with a gloating look across her delicate features. “of course i am,” she signs, hands moving expertly. “i’m everyone’s favorite.”
“you’re not alone.” // @rcvenants
“i should be saying that to you,” she muses quietly with a look in his direction. it breaks her heart how much quin’s been through lately and how much in his life has changed. it was only three months but it felt like three lifetimes without him and sometimes she worried it was all a dream. she reaches out for him slowly, gently, as to not startle him. “i’m not alone when you’re here.” she missed him so much, every little thing had been a reminder of him and nadya didn’t know if she’d make it through the days. if it hadn’t been for the twins, she’d be gone too.
“i feel lost.” // @ncwdawn
laussa understood, maybe not the same path or worries that roxanna did but she related to not knowing who she was or what she was meant for. the daughter of the all-father and all-mother but also the being that was destined to bring the destruction of her home ( so who was she more alike ). “start small, find a simple thing that grounds it all and branch from there. eventually, you’ll have a large tree to take root with on days it all seems too much.” she can picture her own, bark made of the darkest browns and leaves all shades of orange and red. “it will take time, but when you’ve got eternity then what does it matter how long it takes?”
“you’re not alone.” // @ofbabydolls
some days she didn’t feel so alone and other days she felt as if she was a single boat out in a ranging sea. having so much help was a blessing, the twins were growing up happy and healthy and nadya couldn’t have asked for more. quinten’s family was still by her side, despite her barely reaching out to them in the past months and really shutting away after quinten’s return ( she hadn’t much talked to him either ). eyes flit down toward the ring on her finger and she sighs, looking back at emma with a softer smile. “thank you,” she offers. “how is... how is he?”
"what a mess.” // @prodigivm
she rounds on him with a finger pointed and dares him to challenge her. “you say nothing to bruce and i won’t tell my father how you tried to copy his suit technology and change it to fit your needs. i don’t care if it’s a lie, i will drag you down with me.”
musingmemes:
three word starters pt. 2
“don’t you dare.”
“look at me.”
“just forget it.”
“i’m not mad.”
“you’re being mean.”
“what a mess.”
“you are perfect.”
“jesus fucking christ.”
“you’ll be okay.”
“take a seat.”
“don’t let go.”
“oh my god.”
“you’re the worst.”
“you’re my favorite.”
“i ruined everything.”
“you ruined everything.”
“just trust me.”
“i’m not drunk.”
“i feel lost.”
“i’m so alone.”
“you’re not alone.”
“hold onto me.”
“just come here.”
“stay the night.”
“please just go.”
“please don’t go.”
starspanglcdman:
@impossiblc: “I shouldn’t be in love with you!” — [[ x. ]]
Anything Steve was planning to say dies in his throat. Bucky’s cut through his sentence of Steve encouraging Bucky to get out there, to go on dates—to be happy. And they’re in a moment here, suspended. Everything in Steve’s mind goes quiet for it. There’s an echo, almost, of Bucky’s words in his ears, as if he’s listening to the words reverberate for a second. And he might be topping 100 years old, but Steve’s not deaf, not yet. He heard it. Loud and clear, he heard it.
Bucky said, Love. Bucky said, In love. And after it, after he’s spluttered it out, Bucky looks scared. Looks angry, looks guilty—like he’s at war with himself.
“Oh, Buck,” It’s almost a whisper, because it’s all he can manage. He feels himself overflowing at the words.
It’s been a while since he imagined this this day happening—decades, even. Because he accepted it long ago. Accepted that Bucky would never love him back. He was ready to live the rest of his life with this secret, ready to die with it, if it meant keeping Bucky close. But it’s a fact he’s known for years. It’s a fact like breathing: he likes coffee, enjoys drawing, is in love with Bucky. It’s something he just knows about himself.
The war, the loss, and the years between them haven’t dulled that feeling. He knows that now, especially now, in this moment where his heart trembles at this situation. Bucky might’ve said love but he also said shouldn’t. As if it’s forbidden for him to—god, to return Steve’s feelings. To feel the same way. Bucky might not know that Steve loves him, not yet, but Steve can’t just ignore this now.
“Buck,” he repeats. “Do you really mean that?” And he’s not sure he’s asking about the shouldn’t or the love, but he needs an answer either way.
the words are a regret the moment it leaves buck’s mouth, a heat of the moment out burst that he’s sure is going to change everything. of course it is, he’s just admitted something aloud that he’s barely been able to whisper to himself in the dead of night. guilt and anger grips his insides as he stares down at the floor, looking any place but at steve. the conversation took that dangerous turn and it’s his fault. he’s never been the one to imagine the future, he’s never been that guy. live in the moment, always. since the second he drafted and put on that uniform. james buchanan barnes no longer looked ahead up stared straight into the present and fought tooth and nail to survive to the next day and do it all over again.
he barely survived hydra, only the brief moments when his mind was cleaned did he feel normal and then the words and the new mission and he was back. the winter soldier in command and bucky shoved into the darkness with a scream. the winter soldier planned, plotted, and took every precaution and sometimes bucky felt that side of him take over because it was a better part of him. he never held hope for the future but he planned for one because now his survival rested on his ability to plan.
but this, he’d never once thought of this in his future. grace had been a barely there hope, isabelle had been a light and actually gave the man a reason to wake up and plan for the future. then came her death and isabelle and him drifted away, no longer a little girl and no longer in need of her father he was by himself once again. then that bright light of steve rogers in his glory picked bucky up from the rubble, dusted him off, and set him on his feet. but bucky had never once imagined his life with steve forever. until the end of the line, yes. but he didn’t see this part, never expected it but here it was and hanging between them with such burning desires that he feared it a dream planted in his mind someplace.
steve’s question rattles something deep in the soldier and he stares blankly before the smallest of nods shakes him. “yeah.” unsure of what part he’s agreeing too. the shouldn’t or the i love you part, but bucky knows it’s true. he’s standing here shaking with hate of himself and anger and how dare he do this to steve. hazel eyes finally lift from the ground and look at his best friend ( the man he’d put above anything ) and sighs. “yeah.” he just repeats himself, unable to speak. or unwilling, after what’s been said he doesn’t think more words would make it any better.
coulscns.
“cool,” oblivious to the kind of carefully chosen movements wren was making, dora was just happy to be passing along yet another button to a fellow student. she was alone in what she was doing - but surprisingly, not alone in her ideas. “thanks for being part of the resistance. you’re representing our ideals out there now- you sure you’re good with that?”
wren had to stop and nearly laughed because not everyone knew her or where her bringing came from. a proud mutant of both sides, she was against the registration to her core. neither the brotherhood or the xmen had ever been happy with the registration and she didn’t feel that inner conflict on this one, just the hate for the situation. “yeah, i’m really good with that. i’m wren, by the way. i don’t think we’ve met.”
coulscns:
“can i interest you in a button?” though she smiled a sugary sweet kinda smile as she held out one of the MANY buttons ( emblazoned with ‘#RESIST’ ), it didn’t reach eudora’s eyes. there was nothing fun, or friendly, about the job she had taken upon herself to do that day. there was only registration, and the hopeful passing of her ideals onto others.
wren happily takes the button with a smile, black leather glove picking the edge of it and keeping careful watch on where her fingers go as to not accidentally touch the other. “happily,” she says with a softer smile for eudora.
fitzsimmonssays:
“ if we had a batman… no, if we had a small batman. a robin. then this problem would be solved. ”
xander blurted out, barely looking up from the figurine he’d been focusing on as he broke his hour long silence. he’d been thinking about it. their problem. and while his dad would have used monkeys to solve it. batman seemed like a better solution.
“interesting that you think the bat is going to solve your problem,” she said with a look over his shoulder. she wants to know what problem he thinks that bruce can solve.
ofsurvivcng:
@impossiblc / alecto
[ text >> ✉ >> Alecto Napier ] –– Can’t sleep, Napier?
[ text >> ✉ >> Alecto Napier ] –– I saw you on campus after curfew. You should be more careful.
[ text >> ✉ >> Alecto Napier ] –– Who knows what someone could do with rule breaking information like that.
[ text >> sebastian wilson ] you’re really bad at blackmail if you think that’s going to scare me. [ text >> sebastian wilson ] and what are you doing watching me anyway? i don’t think it’s any of your business what i get up to on my own time. or at all for that matter.
midsummered:
lysander was horrified. the first round of registration had been awful enough for him, but now it was worse – joker’s son, poison immunity, and six years living mostly off-the-grid made him incredibly suspicious, even if they were lightening the restrictions on villain children. “the registration is optional,” the redhead scoffed, rereading the transcript from the bulletin. “but we’re going to punish you for not registering.” he sighed, hands fidgeting in his lap. “this sort of thing has happened before, i don’t understand– what have they forgotten?”
part of her felt as if this had come on because of her. if she’d been smarter, hadn’t gotten tested or caught in the first place then they wouldn’t be suffering in a school that didn’t actually want them. or wanted to listen to reason because they weren’t bad kids and it boiled in her chest with the anger she felt toward it all. “you think they actually care about us?” she spat, shaking her head at her brother. “no, they want a way to control us in case it all goes wrong. they know the mutants are the better race, the ones who are designed to survive.” they weren’t technically mutants, so the testing said. humans who were nurtured into having more resistances toward outside stimulants. “it starts with small things, the little punishments. but then it gets worse until they have us in a pig pen and fighting to stay alive.”
